My sister and I are pretty close. We are 3 years apart and basically both crazy. So she gets me. I can tell her something weird I’m thinking or feeling and she gets it. I don’t have to explain. I don’t have to try to make it sound less crazy or less weird. She just gets me.

Ain’t she cute? I just love her.

I would dead jump in your fight. I WOULD DEAD JUMP IN YOUR FIGHT now what’s poppin?! 😂😂😂

Anywho, my sister has struggled with her weight her whole life. I’m older than her and I always remember her being a little ‘tubby’ (what we used to call it). Once college hit it got pretty ‘bad’. I never noticed it until she started losing the weight. She blames me for not letting her know she didn’t have a neck. Who knew! LOL

She started working out and counting macros about 14 months ago (yes I assign macros. I’m a macro magician – hit me up for details). Macro counting is a type of flexible dieting where you can eat whatever you want, as long as you eat your target amount of protein, carbs and fat each day. At first she started with workouts hubby suggested, then moved on to running.

One of my pet peeves is when people tell c-section moms that it is impossible to have a flat stomach again. It’s not. It’s harder. It’s harder for any mom to have a flat stomach again. Our bodies go through so many changes! But it isn’t impossible. Granted, I still have some loose skin but I feel like my belly is pretty flat and fabulous. However even when I got past the belly fat (which is what most people are referring to when they say you can’t have a flat stomach. Yes, you can – but not at 35+% body fat. haha).

I wasn’t fit pre-pregnancy. Not even close. I do, however, have a naturally small frame and I am an apple shape. So I got pregnant, and I was still as inactive as before, if not more. I had just switched from my job in the chemistry lab to a job in regulatory so I was sitting instead of standing.

I gained 50 lbs while I was pregnant. Which is a lot for someone of my build. My belly button was herniated a bit and my abs were totally separated. All of my weight gain was in my belly (both baby and all the fat I put on). So people always said “oh, you’re all belly! You’ll bounce right back.” No.

I’m not a ball, ain’t no bouncing. I aint no rubber band either, ain’t no snapback. And that’s ok.

Anywho, It was awhile postpartum before I started on my fitness journey. LB was born via unscheduled C-Section and I knew my abs were weak. My core had never been incredibly strong but even like 12 weeks after giving birth I felt like I couldn’t sit up in bed. I had to roll to the side to get up. That was the first time I looked into diastasis recti. I did the test (we will discuss this earlier) and my gap was 4 finger widths apart. I assumed it would close with time and kept pushing. Continue reading “Diastasis recti – how I got my flat tummy post C-Section”

I posted on social media today about my dislike for transformation Tuesday.

I don’t like it. I think we (including me) use it as an excuse to knock our former self and our current progress. I see women all the time with BOMB transformations who post basically ‘disclaimer’ captions. “I’m not where I want to be but…” “I know I’m not bikini ready but…” “I still have long to go but…”

Wtf yal. What if your significant other said that about you? What if you said that about them? Your kids?

You’d be an asshole.

But somehow we make it acceptable to be an asshole to ourselves. And it ain’t cool.

Listen. I’m a bad natural. I still use silicones. I wash with a sulfate shampoo like 2x a month. I don’t finger detangle. I don’t prepoo. I ain’t right.

But I can get my hair poppin for like a month for under $20. And though I LOVE some of the pricey, healthier lines (kinky curly, deva curl to name my faves) – I used to be a college student. And ima forever be cheap. Scouts honor.

So here’s a few of my favorite cheap hair products that do awesome on my hair. They ain’t organic. But they’ll have you poppin.

Yal, we did a thing. That’s why I’ve been MIA all week on here and spotty on instagram. I’ve been SWAMPED and covered in DIY ish. Next week I’ll be back to my usual poppin hair daily workout self. Last week? I didn’t wash my hair all week. I only got in 3 workouts. It’s hard out here for a pimp.

But you need some history first to understand.

When we first moved in this house – I wanted to change the kitchen. It was sooooo blah builder grade. Like if I walked into Ball Homes (popular middle class builder here in Lexington) and was like “yeah build me the cheapest 4 bedroom house you can” – they’d have built this one. Not a single upgrade could be found. And then to add to it – the house was nearly 10 years old when we moved in so the cabinets were scratched up as cheap fake wood cabinets often get. Continue reading “Kitchen renovation!!”